Several years ago, when I was in college, I had the opportunity to meet some good friends in a chemistry class. Brian and Jan were two of my lab partners- and over the course of the semester we enjoyed the time we spent together. As the semester neared completion, we got together in the lab one late afternoon to study for our final labs.
We were the only people in the lab, and we were so into our refresher that we lost track of the time. At about 6:15, one of the school custodians came into the lab and told us we needed to go because they were about to lock up. Jan invited us back to her dorm room and locked us in with a promise of pizza.
An hour later, our stomachs full of that wonderful college town pizza- the only place in the world where you can buy truly terrible pizza for truly cheap prices- we realized we hadn't studied a damn bit. While Brian tried to steer us back to studying, I looked through the video tape selection by Jan's television. One of the tapes I found was a workout tape with Elle McPherson. I've always found Elle to be a real knockout, and happily announced that to my two friends.
Jan laughed and said, "You ought to see how average she looks when she's sweating and trying to keep up with the workout."
"Oh, believe me, I'd love to see Elle McPherson sweaty!" I responded with a laugh. This prompted Jan to throw a pillow at me.
Hearing the word sweat, Brian chimed in. "Whatever happened to Michael, Jan? I thought you two were quite an item, and then it just disappeared."
"Well," Jan began, "Michael was a great guy but he just wasn't my type."
"What is your type?" Brian asked.
"Why, the sweaty type, of course!" I quipped.
"No!" Jan snapped back at me. "Sweating was part of the problem. There was NO sweating."
"Uh-oh. Sounds like a man who couldn't please." Brian stated as he plopped down onto the floor- using a pillow to prop himself up.
"More than that. He was terrible. It was one of those deals where you can't wait to get the guy undressed, and then when you finally do- you can't wait for him to put his clothes back on." Jan responded. "He was a sweet guy, but just didn't fill my needs."
Wasting no time to seize this opportunity, I quickly proclaimed, "Well, what kinds of needs are we talking about?"
"Ok," she began again, "I can't believe I am going to say this. But when I have sex, I want to feel like I've had sex. I don't want it to be all lovey-dovey. I want to be fucked! I want to wake up the next morning sore and sticky"
I could already feel a little stirring in my jeans. Jan was beautiful, but had that girl-next-door attitude about her. She was the kind of girl you wanted to take home to mom. Now, I was hearing that she was also the kind of girl you wanted to take to the bedroom.
"Whoa!" Brian's eyes were as big as saucers. "Tell us what you really like!"